WHAT IT MEANS TO HAVE A North Indian GIRL-FRIEND
- At the time of marriage, a north Indian girl has more boyfriends than her age.
- Before marriage, she looks almost like a Bollywood heroine and after marriage you have to go around her twice to completely hug her.
- The only dishes she can think of to cook is paneer butter masala, aloo sabji,aloo gobi sabji, aloo matar, aloo paneer, that after eating all those paneer and aloos you are either in the bed with chronic cholestrol or chronic gas disorder.
- You are blinded by her love that you think that she is a blonde. Only later do you come to know that it is because of the mehandhi that she applies to cover her gray hair.
- She always thought that Madras is a state and covers the whole of south india until she met you.
- When she says she is going to "work out" she means she is going to "walk out"
- She has greater number of relatives than the number of people you have in your home town.
- She thinks Hritik can dance better than Michael Jackson.
WHAT IT MEANS TO HAVE A South Indian GIRL-FRIEND
- Her mother looks down at you because you didn't study in IIT or Madras / Anna University.
- She shudders if you use abuse words.
- She has long hair, neatly oiled and braided (The Dubai based Oil Well Company will negotiate with her on a 25 year contract to extract coconutoil from her hair.)
- Her name is another name for a Goddess or a flower.
- Her first name is longer than your first name, middle name and surname combined (unless you are from Andhra)
- When she mixes milk and rice you are never sure whether it is for the Dog or for herself.
- For weddings, she sports a mini jasmine garden on her head and wears silk saris in the Madras heat without looking too uncomfortable while you are melting in your singlet.
- She thinks Nagarjuna is the sexiest man alive.
- Her favorite cricketer is Krishnamachari Srikkanth.
- Her thali (Mangal Sutra) weighs more than the championship belts worn by WWE wrestlers.
- She is more educated than you.
- Her father thinks she is much smarter than you...
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